He was already sitting on the porch, as he had been every afternoon for nearly two weeks, waiting for us.
The moment he saw my car, he stood so quickly that his coffee mug fell from the arm of the rocking chair and shattered against the porch boards.
“There are my girls!” he called, coming down the steps two at a time, surprisingly fast for a seventy-three-year-old man.
I lifted Nora from her car seat.
Grandpa opened his arms as if he had been holding them open since the day
